If they're not (yuck) independently wealthy, that means they also have a day job. That means that during the same hours I work, they work, and that's perfect. But then after work, unless my hobby become their band, the time we have to spend together is pretty slim.
And it can get tiring, too, all these late night drunken jam sessions after the show, or carrying amps to the band at 2 a.m. while some skinny, giggly fangirls tell the guys one more time how great the show was.
And so, my time with these talented (most of em), lovely men of the world of music is usually limited to about four dates, and maybe a rekindling quickie in a closet should we happen to be at the same party four months later.
This is why I'm surprised to find myself in a FACEBOOK OFFICIAL relationship with a musician, who has a full time job, a second job in the editorial department of a music magazine, a third job as a DJ, and is in a band. I didn't just find a musician, guys. I flat out found Mr. Music. And against my previous rules and better judgment, I am going to give this a solid try. Let's hope that somehow the two of us can find a way to come to some reasonable compromises and that I can be more accepting for the love of all things rock and roll (and sex, of course). And let's also hope that he shows up at my door tonight with soup. Wouldn't that make him awesome?
And it can get tiring, too, all these late night drunken jam sessions after the show, or carrying amps to the band at 2 a.m. while some skinny, giggly fangirls tell the guys one more time how great the show was.
And so, my time with these talented (most of em), lovely men of the world of music is usually limited to about four dates, and maybe a rekindling quickie in a closet should we happen to be at the same party four months later.
This is why I'm surprised to find myself in a FACEBOOK OFFICIAL relationship with a musician, who has a full time job, a second job in the editorial department of a music magazine, a third job as a DJ, and is in a band. I didn't just find a musician, guys. I flat out found Mr. Music. And against my previous rules and better judgment, I am going to give this a solid try. Let's hope that somehow the two of us can find a way to come to some reasonable compromises and that I can be more accepting for the love of all things rock and roll (and sex, of course). And let's also hope that he shows up at my door tonight with soup. Wouldn't that make him awesome?
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